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Alright, so prostitutes—dangerous gig, huh? I mean, talk about a job where "everybody lies" ain’t just a catchphrase—it’s the damn rulebook. You’re out there, dodgin’ creeps, cops, and STDs like it’s some twisted game of whack-a-mole. Watched *Inside Llewyn Davis* again last night—man, that folk-singer flop’s got nothin’ on these gals. Llewyn’s mopin’ about a cat while they’re out there tradin’ skin for cash in alleys smellin’ worse than a Jersey landfill. “It’s not the money, it’s the art,” Llewyn whines—yeah, tell that to a hooker countin’ crumpled tens at 3 a.m.

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I also adore the parks. Have you strolled through East Park? No? Dude, it's unreal. With tree-lined paths and a lil' creek cuttin' through it, it's perfect for those late-night soul searches. I used to run covertly (like, actual spy levels, man) through its winding trails after long coding sessions. Sometimes I'd mutter, "This is it ... this is the bomb, baby!" even quoting big movie lines, haha.

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